The Mafia Prince And His Reincarnated Nemesis
Chapter 45: Let Me Hear It One More Time!

Chapter 45: Let Me Hear It One More Time!

Eduardo was still surprised to hear those words from Marcello. Even when he was Carlo, Marcello had never apologized to anyone, not even his father.

He was the kind of person who did whatever he wanted, and even when he was wrong, he expected the other person to apologise to him. Eduardo’s lips curved into a smile. He never thought he would live to see this day.

Marcello, on the other hand, had his face flushed red. With what he just said to Eduardo. It’s almost as if he was confessing to him.

"Fuck" he grumbled.

Eduardo walked past him towards the food split on the floor. He was about to pack it back into the brown bag, but Marcello held his hand, stopping him.

"Don’t!"

"Someone needs to pack this thing up!" Eduardo pointed out. Marcello ignored his words and still pulled him up.

"I’ll call the men to pack it up," he said. Eduardo furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at Marcello.

"Do you even know what’s happening in your manor? Do you even know what your men are doing currently?" Eduardo asked as if he was about to scold Marcello.

Marcello folded his hands, wearing a confused look on his face. He is the master of the house. Does he have to know what his men are up to? He doesn’t care another one bit. All they have to do is to serve him and protect him. That’s their job.

"Do I have to?" He folded his hands and tilted his head, with an indifferent look on his face.

"Of course, you should. If you aren’t close to your men, how do you expect them to be loyal to you?" Eduardo frowned. He was already getting pissed off by his attitude. It was still the same when he was Carlo. He never cared about anything or anyone except him. It got to some point that Carlo chose not to see anyone, but he regretted that decision.

Every morning, he found Marcello outside his window, like a sneaky secret lover. Carlo still ignored him but changed his mind when he found news about him and Marcello on the internet. So as not to ruin his reputation and also business, he went back to seeing him.

There was no way for him to get rid of Marcello’s obsession, yet he went ahead to kill him.

Eduardo sighed deeply, ruffling his hair. He snapped out his thoughts and gazed at Marcello who still had that ’I don’t care’ look on his face.

"Marcello, your men have been training five days nonstop, just because you don’t trust them anymore

"Uh... That’s a good thing, right? I pay them to be loyal to me. Money does everything. I don’t expect a slave like you to understand, anyway" he waved his hand, with a sly grin on his face.

Eduardo’s expression didn’t even change after being called a slave. He was already getting used to it; he wouldn’t be surprised if his name got forgotten and replaced by the word slave.

Marcello left where he was standing and approached Eduardo.

"Stop talking about my men now and let’s go to bed"

"No!" Eduardo replied.

"Hey! Don’t forget our deal. You have to do whatever I want you to do" Marcello poked his chest, his eyes never leaving Eduardo.

"What do you want to do?" Eduardo breathed out.

"Nothing much" he slipped his hand down his pants and grabbed Eduardo through his pants.

"I told you we’ll have to figure out who’s going to be on top and under. But one thing is for sure, I’ll want to feel this big thing inside my body. It’s probably big enough to rip my ass but, I can manage"

"Can you stop saying bullshit?" Eduardo was furious. He just wants to punch a hole in Marcello’s face. He kept rubbing his dick through his pants, causing a bulge.

"Why? Why shouldn’t I say what I want to? You sounded just like Carlo right now. He’s always nagging me about not watching a physical orgy and talking dirty. Everything about you reminds me of Carlo"

Eduardo rolled his eyes.

’Of course, I’m Carlo...’

He paused thinking and shot his eyes wide open when Marcello slipped his hand into his pants and grabbed his dick. Just like what he did in the torture room, he started to fap it hard.

"Ugh," Eduardo let out a moan.

"Yeah, I want to hear that one more time, babe" Marcello increased his pace and Eduardo’s knee started to grow weaker. He stepped back and leaned his body on one side of the double door.

"What if someone comes in?" Eduardo asked, panting hard.

"No one would dare come in. Just take out my dick. Hurry now, babe" Marcello said.

Eduardo felt his head spinning. He can’t believe he would be doing this himself, for the first time. He slowly reached for Marcello’s pants and unbuckled his belts.

"Hey! Be quick with your hands. You shouldn’t keep me waiting," Marcello whispered into Eduardo’s ear while still stroking him. Eduardo clenched his teeth, holding back his moan. He was no expert in this, but Marcello was. He kept stroking him hard, without stopping while Eduardo didn’t do much. He only held Marcello’s dick in his hand, massaging it like it was a toy.

"Hey, stop it...already. It’s coming out..." Eduardo stuttered. Marcello, of course, was stubborn. He didn’t. He increased his pace with his fingers wrapped around Eduardo.

"You aren’t doing anything with your hand, babe. Or do you want us to cum together?" Marcello grinned.

"Fuuuuckkkk! I told you to stop!" Eduardo gently tapped Marcello on the shoulder.

"Cute..."

Just when he was about to reach climax, Marcello stopped. He wrapped his hand around Eduardo’s shoulder swiftly and pulled him close for a kiss.

Marcello’s lips crashed against Eduardo’s, his kiss fierce and rough. Eduardo, taken aback by his sudden intensity, pressed his back against the door. But Marcello held him firm, his hands grasping his shoulders as he deepened the kiss.

Marcello broke the kiss and lowered his head. He looked at his hard-on and pressed it against Eduardo’s.

"Do you remember? It’s like the last time. Hold the together and don’t let go till we both cum"

"Do I have to?" Eduardo gritted his teeth.

"Yes, babe. Yes," Marcello responded.

Eduardo used his two hands to hold both dicks together as Marcello did the moving.

"Ugh! Damn!" Marcello moaned loudly, while Eduardo bit his lips, holding back his moan.

"It’s almost coming out..." Eduardo tilted his head back, resting it on the door.

"I’ll go faster now. Don’t fucking cum without me, babe. Don’t do it!"

"Please, shut up!" Eduardo shut his eyes. Just while Marcello was hoping to climax, the door opened and Mario stepped in.